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He had raised her carefully, and raised her well.
Spent hours balming her head on feverish nights
She was his recluse, his respite.
He’d bring her dolls, toys and food,
He loved children and youth,
He was rough and uncouth.
He enjoyed imparting education and spreading knowledge
He was making bombs when he should have been in college.
Like most people my age, I wake up every morning and show my face to the phone first, I read what the device had been saying when I was sleeping and respond to most ‘notifications’ before I begin my day.